Seeing his son sitting there unwilling to do anything, the father clapped his hands and said, "Come with me to the study."

This was Zhuo Qiang's homework every time he came home, as if the study was the only place in the house that could accommodate this father and son. Grandma shook her head, feeling that her husband simply didn't understand his son at all, insisting on making such a joyful occasion so serious.

"Grandma," Ouyang also stood up, "How long will it take to finish all these dumplings?"

"This is specially prepared for you," Grandma said as she sorted out everything. "You won't be home for the New Year, so eat more. Plus, your stubborn grandfather might ask Zhuo Qiang to stay at home for a while."

Although grandpa and grandma didn't say it, they all hoped that Uncle Zhuo would come home and live with them for a while. Even if he did nothing, just staying with them would make them happy.

Ouyang nodded and busied himself packing the dumplings into boxes and putting them in the refrigerator.

"Actually," Grandma said, "it's a joy for a family to be together, even if it's just to make dumplings. But your grandpa and uncle don't know that."

Ouyang stood beside her, and he was afraid that his grandmother would not feel good being caught between her husband and son.

During the meal, both men in the family were unusually serious. It must have been about some celebrity model; Uncle Zhuo had been plagued by countless scandals lately.

In the evening, the family sat in the living room, the warm air contrasting sharply with the heavy snow outside. Uncle Zhuo typed away on his phone. Grandma watched TV, and Grandpa read an old book. She quietly watched the heavy snow outside, feeling that it was even more lively outside than inside.

"Ouyang," Zhuo Qiang said, putting down his phone, "I heard from your grandma that you're going back home for the New Year this year?"

"Hmm!" A ball of snowflakes fell to the ground from the tree.

"Is your mother's old house still there?"

"Then you should ask your godmother and the others."

Zhuo Qiang then remembered that he hadn't contacted Wang Yao's family for a long time: "Ask them."

Ouyang reluctantly took out her phone and sent a message to her godfather. Her godfather had always been the bridge of communication between her and her godmother. Anything she said through her godfather could be easily conveyed to her godmother's ears.

Soon, she received a message saying, "They said it's still there."

Zhuo Qiang thought for a moment and said, "Okay then." He had been planning to go back with them, but since Mu Jiang was also going back, he didn't want to go with them, nor did he want to live with them. "There's nothing to do at the company in a few days, so I'll go back."

Grandpa looked at his son with his owl eyes: "Is there really no room for you in this family?"

Grandma quickly said, "Let the child do whatever he wants to do, don't stop him." This was what she really thought. At least that place still had some good memories for the child.

"You just spoiled him," Grandpa said unhappily. "Look at what he's become now. He still doesn't have a decent home."

This sentence touched upon a sensitive topic for the whole family. Grandpa and grandma felt that Zhuo Qiang had lost interest in Ouyang's mother and had become so uninhibited. He never put his heart into building a harmonious and happy family, but instead spent his time on those young and beautiful women.

Zhuo Qiang thought that he could no longer love anyone else as much as he loved Mu Zishan, so why should he spend so much time and effort on a woman.

Ouyang felt that this was the biggest problem in the family. Every time the topic came up, everyone would change the subject. No one wanted to talk about it anymore, but soon after, it would be brought up again, like a vicious cycle. As time went by, it became an intractable problem. This made her feel a little uncomfortable. "Uncle Zhuo, if you really want to go back, it's best to forget my mother."

"Ouyang," grandma was worried about her son's emotions, "you are not allowed to speak to your Uncle Zhuo like this." Because she knew better than anyone that her son was more emotionally fragile than anyone else.

Zhuo Qiang looked at her: "Mom, let her speak."

Grandpa put down the book. In fact, he hoped more than anyone else that Zhuo Qiang could face this issue calmly.

"She's dead. No matter what you do, she can't come back. Instead of living in memories, why not forget her and start over?"

"Love is something not everyone can clearly explain," Zhuo Qiang said. "When you have an unforgettable memory in the future, you will never be able to forget it."

"But life goes on," she said, looking at Uncle Zhuo. "Is your only choice to remain numb?"

Grandpa has always admired Ouyang's frankness and magnanimity. He also believes that only her words can make Zhuo Qiang listen and think seriously.

Seeing Grandpa's happy face, Grandma became even more worried. If her son did something unexpected, she would rather Ouyang said nothing today.

Zhuo Qiang didn't refute her. This made Grandpa even more convinced that Ouyang's position in his heart was no less important than that of Mu Zishan. "It's getting late, and I'm tired. Please continue chatting."

Grandma understood Grandpa's implication and followed him back to his room. They were the only two left in the living room. It was obvious that the atmosphere had become tense with two people with completely different perspectives in the same room.

The programs on TV went on one by one, and no one continued the previous topic.

"Anyone may not understand me, but you should know," Zhuo Qiang couldn't help but speak first, "not everything out there is true." That's right, if he insisted on his own ideas, he would be even more afraid that his position in Ouyang's heart would fall for one reason or another.

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